Oldest Military Blogger Reflects
After finishing my Basic Training at Indiantown Gap PA,
and having settled into my new Quarters with the 301st
Port Co., an event took place that at the time was very
uplifting for my morale.
My Father,who had gone to work on the West Coast for
Kiaser Corp., constructing Liberty Ships for the Merchant Mariners,
dropped in for a visit when his train stopped in Harrisburg, PA.
He left after having lunch in our mess hall but regretted
being unable to stay for dinner because he was anxious to be
on his way home to my Mother and 4 children.
Many, years later, waking from a Dream, I walked into
my kitchen at Four A.M.,sat down in my underwear at the kitchen table,
and composed the following ....
My Father Loves Me!
On Feb. 14th 1995, I had an insight that was quite remarkable
to me, that after 52 years I realized that My Father Loved Me ....Very Much!
It was the afternoon of Oct. 1943...I was in the Army, stationed
in Indiantown Gap PA....An Orderly came to tell me tat my Father was
on the Base and that the Orderly had been instructed to bring me to
Battalion Headquarters in his Jeep, because Civilians had to be detained
for security reasons until a uniformed escort could be provided to accompany
and permit Civilians on the base...It was explained to me that the visitor was
in the company of Master Sargent Charles Hart awaiting my arrival
at the Sargent's office.
During the ride I had the most agonizing thoughts, trying to understand
the reason for this unexpected and unusual circumstance of allowing,
personal visitors who were only pemitted on weekends for enlisted men....
but the ride was short and when we arrived, we were told that the First Sargent
had taken my Father to the Mess Hall and we were to meet them there.
As I turned to look toward the Mess Hall, from where I stood I could
see the the enlisted men's Chow Line 200 feet away and outstanding was
the dark blue outfit among the olive drab in the line restlessly waiting.
The brown fedora and the blue figure's posture
identified this person as my Pop....and I ran toward him....he turnrned to see
where the shouting was coming from and saw me running...
he left the line and came in my direction
When we met there was a very awkward moment, of no embrace,
no hugging or kissing......just some macho back slapping and hand shaking..
and I remember that wonderful smile on his face announcing to me
that he was not a bearer of bad news.
The thing of it is, for over 50 years until tonight, I didn't make any sense
out of the look in his eyes.
They saw me with sparkling admiration and good humor, tearful pride
and concern,a careful appraisal from head to toe and with
what I understand now, as, Much Love......The kind of Love I hope my Children
can see and apprise, when they notice me looking at them, Now.
The kind of look I had seen in my Mother's eyes many times,knowing what
that admiration was all about, but strangely, I never equated that thought
with my Dad. Evidently, we do get Wise as we Age.
I still have the original hand scripted page from 1995.
I share this with you now because I was 21 years of age then
without the awareness of all that was going on around me....
occupied with my own trials and tribulations.
I knew innately that my father loved me, but the vivid dream
gave me the intellectual wisdom of his feeling toward me.
Love your families and don't expect anything in return for your love.
One day it will all come back to you in triplicate.